People in Datang have been expelled from school

Chapter 984

It can't be called jealousy, but the situation of Princess Changle and Li Zheng should make many people envious.

It rained all night and got up early in the morning. Li Zheng was sitting at the door of his house drinking porridge and looking at the sky with a sad face. This year's rain is indeed too much, and this rainy day is too long.

After breakfast, Li Zheng came to the riverside of the village. Jingyang Village is backed by the Jingyang River. This river plays a key role in the life of the whole village.

Days of rain made the river muddy.

In addition to myself watching the river, the old village head wearing a bamboo hat is also observing the river.

Seeing the sad face of the old village, Li Zheng stepped forward and said, "Grandpa Village Chief, how are you doing recently?"

"It's all good." The old village head said with a smile.

The old village head is almost 80 years old, and he is also the old birthday star of the village.

Although he is the county magistrate in the village, in terms of prestige and appeal, no one in Jingyang can compare with the old village chief.

The old village chief looked at the water level of the river and said, "This year's rain is a bit too much."

Li Zheng looked at the river and said, "Fortunately, our embankment is high enough."

The old village chief looked upstream, "I don't know what's going on upstream."

The rain was still a little cold on his body, Li Zheng looked back at the field, "This year's rain should not flood the field."

The old village chief shook his head and said, "I don't know."

The spring planting has just ended, and the rain is coming now.

According to the normal solar terms, the rainy season should end after the end of spring planting.

Now it looks like the rain will continue for a while.

Li Zheng accompanied the old village chief back home. The old village chief was already very old, and he was afraid that he would stumble along the way.

In the rain, the village was much quieter. Walking on the path in the village, Li Zheng came to the medical clinic at the head of the village.

Today's medical center is much larger than before, and there are still a few students from the academy working here for Sun Simiao.

Sun Simiao, who was arranging the herbs, raised his head to see Li Zheng and frowned and said, "You brat, come in and talk."

Seeing that Sun Simiao's expression was not right, Li Zheng took off his bamboo hat and walked into the house, and the smell of herbs hit his face.

Sun Simiao moved a stool and sat beside a pile of herbs.

Li Zheng looked at the furnishings here. Originally, it was very simple, but Sun Simiao has been taking care of it since it was built.

"I heard that there is going to be a doctor accompanying the army?" Sun Simiao said in a low voice.

"It should be called a military doctor." Li Zheng said in a low voice.

"Military doctor? It's a new name." Sun Simiao continued to pack the herbs with both hands and said, "Practicers of medicine are helpful to the world, even if it is Bian Que or Hua Tuo. Look at the identity of the other party."

Sun Simiao looked at Li Zheng and said, "The old man knows that your medical skills are not bad, but..."

Having said this, Sun Simiao stopped talking, and looked down at the herbs, "Practicers of medicine save people, not kill them. When a doctor picks up a knife..."

"Li Zheng, do you know? We doctors know all kinds of herbs, their medicinal properties, and the reason why the plague spreads. When doctors want to kill people, they often don't need to use a knife."

Li Zheng nodded and said: "I want a healthy person to be terminally ill. As long as there are some tricks in his daily meals, in the end he doesn't even know how he got sick, and there is no cure until the onset of the disease."

Sun Simiao looked at Li Zheng, "Since you know it, you should also know that a doctor cannot kill, because it is a very bad thing for a doctor to have a murderous intention."

Li Zheng straightened up in front of Sun Simiao, "Don't worry, the military doctors you sent out at the beginning have all returned, and they don't use knives at all in the team, and they will even treat prisoners of war. You always taught them to take it to heart. "

Seeing that Sun Simiao was still looking at him, Li Zheng said, "If you don't believe me, you can ask Daniel or Pei Xingjian."

Sun Simiao's eyes softened a lot, "Poverty Dao is just warning you, now you want to set up a doctor in the army, is it your suggestion?"

Li Zheng shook his head and said: "I let Pei Xingjian and the others join the army at the beginning, just to reduce the casualties in the army, and did not allow the court to set up a military doctor position. As for why the court did this, it was because they thought it was better. "

"On the battlefield, soldiers are scarred and wounded after being on the battlefield once. If they are treated in time, casualties can be reduced."

The sound of the rain outside gradually became louder, and the rain was much heavier.

Sun Simiao took the medicine stove from the clay stove, poured down a bowl of medicinal soup, picked it up and said, "Drink it."

Li Zheng took the bowl, and after smelling it, he knew it was ginger soup.

Sun Simiao looked at the rain outside and said: "Don't look at the warmth in spring, the rain in this season is also very cold, don't look at just being drenched for such a time, the cold air entering the body will still catch a cold."

Li Zheng took a sip of ginger soup, and it warmed his throat and went straight to his heart.

Sun Simiao said to the two students who were busy outside: "Give the boiled ginger soup to the villagers who have returned from going out."

After receiving the words, the two children brought out buckets of boiled ginger soup.

Whenever villagers pass by, the boiled ginger soup is handed to them, and no money is required.

Li Zheng watched quietly for a long time.

Every villager who passes by is willing to drink a bowl.

Sun Simiao said in a low voice: "When the wind and cold enter the body, you will catch a cold and get sick, and it is easy to pass the disease on to others. This is how a disease is often spread. If the rain stops, go to Chang'an to have a look."

Li Zheng waved his hand and said, "I don't like to go to Chang'an here. Chang'an is a place that is against me."

Sun Simiao snorted coldly, "We doctors don't believe in horoscopes."

Li Zheng said helplessly: "Well, actually, the excuse I just said is that I have too many enemies."

Sun Simiao smiled, "I know that, and I've heard from Zhang Gongjin and Li Ji that those scholars outside are going to eat you alive."

Li Zheng nodded without denying it.

Sun Simiao said again: "Poverty Road doesn't want you to go to Chang'an, but after the rain is over, many people in Chang'an will definitely catch a cold."

"Really?" Li Zheng stroked the stubble of his chin.

"The rain is soft, but people don't know how cold the rain is, and that's how people get sick."

"A lot of people are sick?" Li Zheng thought about it and said, "If so many people get wind-cold, the price of medicine for treating wind-cold might increase. Shouldn't we stock up on some at this time?"

Sun Simiao's expression was just a little relieved, but then darkened again, "Poverty Dao hates your virtue of asking for money the most, drink ginger soup and go home quickly."

"Your old man just invited me in, and now you want to drive me away?"

Sun Simiao grinned at the corner of his mouth, and said with a wry smile: "Do you want to leave, anyway, the whole of Jingyang is your territory, can the poor be able to drive you away?"

After speaking, Sun Simiao sat down again to pack the herbs.

(End of this chapter)